Noah lay on his blow-up bed, contemplating Logan Conner, and the 2nd time he’d raped his mouth. Threatened to, anyway.“What?” he asked sleepily....A light turned on. Christian gazed at him from his bed, propped on a elbow. Last night he’d slept in Zac’s bedroom.“Go lock the door, dude. I want to talk.”Curious, but not concerned, Noah arose and padded across to the door. He pushed in the thumb lock. “What’s the state secret?” he asked. It shocked him when Christian flung back the covers and showed. "Honey no way... it's perfect," I automatically responded.I looked up at my young daughter and noticed she had a light smirk on her face, but there was something else... something in her eyes... excitement? This feeling that you get when you're doing something you're not supposed to? It was definitely there. I licked my lips and looked at her ass again noticing that she pulled her shorts even higher. I could see her vulva between her legs because those shorts were so thin and tightly pressed. I could feel her boobs at my back which was heavenly feeling. Later she was embracing me while talking. Eventually we reached the spot and were roaming there with hand on hand. We were looking like a married couple. I was feeling very comfortable. In the afternoon she said was feeling tired and wanted rest for a while in any hotel room.Then we went to a hotel and booked a room. The room was nice and cosy. I told her to sit beside me in the bed. She came and sat. I put my hand on her had held. "You sent for me, Mr. Jefferson?" It seems that we have a problem, Timmons. Maybe you can straighten a few things out for me?" You know I will if I can, Mr. Jefferson." We have a security problem. Last night someone broke into our warehouse building over on Ninth Street."Timmons looked shocked. And then worried. His office was in that building. Could someone have stolen the formula?"We can't find anything missing. But we did find something amiss. Von Teufel." It zeems that a very pretty young.